Sometimes I sit around doing nothing and think my being an introvert and on the cusp of anti-social are why I experience aloneness, especially the way I’ve experienced aloneness here in San Luis Obispo, one of my three reasons for choosing to leave.
It seems like an easy hop, skip, and jump from one to the other. And yet, I don’t think that’s it.
Saturday morning I was sipping coffee and reflecting on with whom I have shared my most intimate thoughts about my life now, including the tapped-me-on-the-shoulder decision to move back to Portland. Immediately six names came to me: Gavin in Oakland; Kate in Missouri; Gina in Santa Barbara; Jorge, my one really true friend here in SLO; Mike in New Jersey; and David in New Mexico. And I can honestly add Bob in Massachusetts, though life on his end has kept us out of touch for a while. And of course my sons Cameron and Spenser. I love each and ever one, and they know it. And each and every one loves me back, and I know it.
That’s pretty fabulous, right?
Somewhere in my past I heard/read that most adults are fortunate to have two best friends.
Look at my collection! Lucky, lucky me.
from a mountain bench 
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